I'm A Drifter Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm a drifter.
I'm a drifter.
I'm a drifter, and I keep walking.
And no one ever waits for me.

I slipped through many back alleys.
And I've tangled with many stray cats.
But I've always remained civilised.
Well perhaps

And even though I've always longed to be free
I wouldn't mind just once.
Staying until the dawn light with you

I'm a drifter.
I'm a drifter.
I'm a drifter, and I keep walking.
And no one ever waits for me.

Oh, I don't mean to be disrespectful.
But you aren't the one for me.
I'm dishevelled, and I'm like tumbleweed.

And you are divine and shouldn't want me.
Darling, steer clear and dry that tear.
I may be back next year.

Oh, I'm a drifter.
I'm a drifter.
I'm a drifter, and I keep walking.
And no one ever waits for me.